I'm back

I guess I'm back. I have no idea what's going on. My head hurts, I can barely sleep... Anya's said I was sleepwalking last night, but to where she had no idea because she stopped me and corralled me back to bed. I can really understand why I always thought she was so odd, now. It's because she has to live with all this shit that neither of understand, with the only contact to the outside world being internet, television, and some freaks neither of us even know can be trusted. I swear, the next time they come over I'm going to do things that aren't going to be told here. I don't even know if they read this blog, and if they do then I don't want them knowing my plans.

Then there's all these notes. Now, I've seen some of the notes from before, and they had a distinctly chaotic writing. These are different. The handwriting is different. I don't know if Anya notices it, but I do. Hell, my friends and I used to study different handwritings so we could forge signatures for school trips and all that. I really would know whether or not it's different. The messages are different, too. They're still cryptic, yeah, but fucking hell... It's like the "mysterious person" was replaced with freakin' Hannibal Lector. I could just imagine them being read in that kind of voice, too.

Damn this noise. Damn it. I can't think. Everything I've thought in the past ten minutes has been written down here. I'm not even going to check this thing for anything out of place. I'll leave it exactly as is. I think I'm gonna go now. I'm definitely going to go now. Man. This is bullshit. Fucking bullshit. Man, I'm gonna go. At least when I get off of here I have a friend who can give me working advice. Sorry guys, I know you try to help, but in this situation Anya knows best. Okay, so I'm just gonna go now. Maybe play a game or take a nap.

Things to do

After I left yesterday, I sat Todd in the living room and gave him some broth to drink while he watched TV. While he did that, I made a checklist.

1. Lock all of his horror games, ESPECIALLY Silent Hill, in the filing cabinet.
2. Take his flash drive and make all of his horror music on it HIDDEN.
3. Put up parental controls on the internet so he can't access anything that would make him worse.
4. Hide the key to the filing cabinet.

So I've done 1, 2, and 4, but 3 is being difficult. I can't search the ENTIRE internet and block EVERYTHING. I may just have to monitor his computer usage.

Poor kid. At least his face is getting better. Those bandages may be able to be permanently off in a week or so. I don't know, I'm not a doctor. But still, poor thing. I'm sitting in here with him while he's playing little nice games I've set out for him. Maybe it'll take his mind off of things. Though I didn't have quite the selection to choose from, video games helped me learn to drown out the noise. Unfortunately that DID have the unintended effect of making me have a headache. Not that it wasn't worth it.

Woah, he just threw the controller down. Better see what that's about.

Yup

Todd's going crazy. He finally hit the breaking point. I think the noise got to him. He broke down in screams and demanded we be let free or he would kill himself. So I rounded something up and tied him to the bed. He's right behind me, screaming his head off. He might be trying to drown out the noise. I don't have the heart to tell him it can't be drowned out. It would be better to let him keep at least part of his hopes up. But he'll figure out soon. After his voice gives out, I'm sure. It happened to me the same way.

I guess we'll end up exactly the same. I started off just like him: confused and worried. But I learned to live with it... Nobody's looking for me, nobody remembers me, and nobody cares anymore. I warned Todd it would be bad, but I don't think he understands how bad. I can't explain it to him in words. I guess I'll just have to let him see for himself.

Be right back. Todd's stopped screaming.

I think his voice finally gave out. He HAS been screaming for a little more than 12 hours straight. I think most of it's out of his system now. He promised not to do anything that would kill either of us, so I untied him. You know, he looks pretty much ready to cry. It's depressing. Unlike me, however, he can get a real hug instead of those fake doll hugs.

Oh my. Todd just tried to tell me he'd be in the other room, and almost nothing came out of his mouth. He had to write down what he was trying to say. But that reminds me. I'm going to go make Todd some broth then go join him in whatever he's doing. He looks like he needs some company.

What the fuck!

I keep hearing this freaky noise. It's like someone took a video, blasted the mic to pick up all sound, then distorted the fuck out of the audio. It's giving me a migraine and I can't even bargain with that stupid as hell grunt for it to stop! All I got was a note that said 'Not my jurisdiction'. What the fuck! I bargained again, telling them to MAKE it their 'jurisdiction' but all they did was ignore me.

And I tried calling the police. Nobody came, so after an hour I called again. They told me they got there and the place was a mess and nobody was around. I then had to give them my name and after a moment they were going to do an investigation because I supposedly gave them a fake name. What the hell is that shit about?!

Shit, I just remembered I had a fake name to begin with. No wonder my name didn't come up on google searches and why the police thought I gave them a fake name. Oh well. At least when the police do their investigation  they'll be able to get us the fuck out of here.

Recap

Sorry about that guys. I was taking an Easter break and got wrapped up yesterday in a fun game called Portal 2. Todd says his family had a tradition of sending little Easter baskets with wrapped gifts (a la Christmas) and candy in them, so I decided to go with that. So I've been playing his games a lot lately so I'd know what to get him. I eventually decided on The Orange Box. I asked Link to go get it for Xbox 360, but he came back with the PC version since he couldn't find the other.

He opened his basket first, since I got to bed so late and he got up so early. I woke up with Todd playing Half-Life Episode 2 on my laptop and eating a giant chocolate bunny. I got up and opened my basket. Portal 2 for the Xbox 360 was in it, along with a box of Good and Plenty. So, since then that's all I've been doing. After a while, Todd got up and went in there with me to watch me play Portal 2, WHILE he played Portal 1. It was crazy, but at least we have something to talk about now.

Got a few notes in the meantime, but nothing big. Just the normal stuff. Haven't seen that man out of the corner of my eye for a while now. Either it's because I'm sitting lower than the window, or he's gone. Either way, it's wonderful to get a break from all of the stuff that's been going on.

I just realized something. Every time I get a note, Todd is in another room. I never see him find a note, because if he does, he's in another room. There's something about that that seems wrong, but Todd doesn't think there's anything suspicious about that. What if (and I know this may sound crazy) Todd is the mysterious person, and he doesn't even know it?

I should go. To find some proof.

EDIT: The title of this post didn't sound appropriate after looking at it for a second....

Huh!

Sorry, haven't been posting. I know, I know. But Todd wants the blog to have only one post per day, so it's been kind of weird. I know the blog should have more posts than I can manage, but Todd wants manageable nonsense. Going to try to get Todd to say one post a day per person, though.

And he's so neat, too. He's cleaned up this entire house in the time he's been here. Almost like a maid. He demanded demands for the mysterious person  as payment. I gave them to him, but none of his demands worked. It appears that physical objects can't be obtained unless you already own them. I guess I'll have to get my friends to get what he wants, even though he hates them.

I don't get why Todd hates my friends so much. He says they freak him out somehow. They act normal to me. Well, relatively normal. I don't know what's normal nowadays. It might be black-clothed gothic crybabies and a group of people that all look the same because it's "unique" (And I still say, it's not to be in a group of friends that all do and wear the same things.) ... I have no clue.

Well, I stopped for a while just to make lunch. Needed to bargain for a replacement glass. The other day I heard something shatter while Todd and I were taking a break from playing some stupid game. Walked into the kitchen and a glass was shattered into pieces on the floor. And you know, I actually got the replacement glass AND an apology. I had no idea the mysterious person was polite enough to replace the glass even though they don't give us anything new.

Ugh

Anya explained just about everything, but I still don't understand. She's around here somewhere looking for ways to explain but I don't think I'll get it.

We bargained for a new TV today, didn't get that. So we changed the bargain to another fucking piece of cryptic nonsense. I don't even know how she survives this crap. Her friends are weird as hell, she talks to herself and doesn't know how to deal with other people.. I don't get her at all. We've been explaining eachother to eachother but it's like she doesn't explain enough! And then when she dissappears at night... Oh, it's like 2-3am now, she just up and disappears. It's weird enough that she says I dissappear, but she dissappears now too!

On another note... I don't know. I'm already going crazy and I've only been here for not too long. I mean, Anya's been stuck here for a year now. How she's stayed as sane as she is, I don't know. She's probably half crazy though.

Bored. Gonna go watch TV.